I almost froze to death along the way. I heard others say there are wolves in the mountains, which scared me so I hurried back. I only collected this much firewood; it should be enough for these three or five days of burning. I only picked dry branches; I didn't pick wet ones because they can't be burned. On the way back, I ran into my uncle. I told him, "Uncle, are you herding sheep?" He asked me what I was doing, and I said I was going to collect firewood. He told me, "It's cold now, so collect more." It's already past four o'clock; in another hour, I'll start the fire stove.